The day after the longest night

Last night was the winter solstice, which is apparently some Chinese excuse to freeze and eat a lot of good Chinese food made by P’s mom. P and I get into the house, drop our stuff and immediately make our way back out to go to the fruit stand.
(in Cantonese)
P’s mom: Where are you going?
P: FC wants to buy oranges.
P’s M: You don’t have to. (the subtext being, "it’s nice that you remembered that you’re supposed to bring oranges")
P: (to me, pushing me out the door) Go, let’s go!

The FC family’s annual pound cake ritual… Over 30 years of making pretty much the same thing 30 or more times. This is the first year my dad was totally sidelined, only giving advice from his bed. However, the cakes are pretty much the same as they have always been. There have been the occasional radical thoughts of adding chocolate or other flavors, or morphing them into ice cream cakes or biscotti, but those ideas don’t last long.
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